The big man with a broken arm shouted something to the young man. Feng Yu could understand, "Go away!"
Xie Xun flipped his wrist and pulled out the long sword from the body of the Northern Man. With a wave of his hand, blood gathered at the tip of the sword and dripped onto the river rocks. His eyes were cold and angry, "None of you can leave!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Xun swung his sword forward, and the swords collided with each other, making a harsh sound.
The sky shines through the thick clouds, and birds startle in the distant mountains and forests. They fly out of the branches in the light and soar in the sky.
Xie Xun chopped down three people. The morning light fell in his eyes, but it could not warm the ice. He waved his sword and looked at the northern barbarian boy who was always silent, "Dugu Jing, it's your turn!"
The ninth son of the Northern Man King, Dugu Jing.
Two years ago, Xie Xun rode alone into the snow-capped mountains and met Dugu Jing in hand-to-hand combat. They had a close relationship. Later, Feng Yu's spirit penetrated him and he fell into a convulsion. It was Dugu Jing who trampled his left leg.
Dugu Jing pulled out his scimitar and pointed it at Xie Xun, "The life of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion belongs to me!"
"Arrogant!"
The two of them moved almost at the same time. Their swords and swords collided by the river. Two pairs of eyes full of fighting intent stared at each other fiercely. They were young and powerful, with the most superior bodies and the most powerful strength. They were born in Beiman and Yanyang.
The general between the mountains and rivers is the king who is always on the line of defense and will meet one day.
The scimitar slashed Xie Xun's shoulder, and the long sword split Dugu Jing's back. They were like two beasts that knew no pain. They had endless strength.
They are not afraid of blood or sacrifice, they only see each other's life.
Xie Xun was not wearing armor, and the skin and flesh of his arm were torn apart by the scimitar, but the power of his sword swing was even stronger. The two fought at the river, evenly matched, like two male lions biting each other.
Dugu Jing's machete swept towards his chest with great force, and the long sword was deflected when he blocked it. Xie Xun stepped back three meters and propped himself on the ground with one hand. The poison in his left leg broke out at an inappropriate time and caused severe pain. Xie Xun's long sword was stuck in the river rocks.
There was a dull pain in the tiger's mouth. He looked up at Dugu Jing who was vomiting blood. Sweat wet his temples and dripped into his eyes. Blood and sweat mixed together and flowed down.
Feng Yu's face was full of worry, "Xie Xun..."
Xie Xun was breathing heavily, while the three girls, their faces covered in blood and their bodies covered in mud, were half lying by the river in a miserable state, so fragile that they were about to die in the next second.
"Don't be afraid, I will take you home!" Xie Xun gave a bold and confident smile. When he looked at Dugu Jing, his expression became solemn. He stood up forcefully and struck at Dugu Jing again with his long sword.
Dugu Jing turned his sword to block, but it became more and more difficult. Xie Xun took advantage of his fatigue and used the long sword as a knife, slashing with full power. When Dugu Jing blocked again, the scimitar was crushed
The blade of the knife pressed into his shoulder, and blood instantly soaked through his clothes.
Sweat fell on Xie Xun's eyes, but he stared at Dugu Jing intently and fiercely, forcing him to kneel down with crushing force. Dugu Jing struggled to block the long sword and vowed not to kneel down until he died.
The Northern Barbarians only had heroes who died in battle, not cowards who knelt down.
Blood soaked half of Dugu Jing's body, and his short coat was wet with sweat. Dugu Jing's eyes were as fierce as a wolf king's, and the blade was so deep that he could see the bone, but he remained unmoved.
The Northern Barbarian cavalry once crushed his left leg, and Dugu Jing's right leg swept across Xie Xun's lower body. The swords separated, and the two fell on the river rocks, and the swords lost their strength. Xie Xun raised his fist and smashed Dugu Jing's head.
Jing's head turned sideways, spurting out blood, and not to be outdone, he hit Xie Xun's shoulder, and blood dripped into Xie Xun's eyes.
The two men fought hand to hand, trembling together, fists and fists showing each other. Dugu Jing's strong body was as strong as an iron wall. The two fought ferociously and tirelessly, and they fought with blood and sweat.
Feng Yu held her cloak and backed away frequently, fearing that she would be affected by the flames of the battle. From the corner of her eye, she saw the northern barbarian with a severed arm stand up. He had just fainted and was not dead yet. Blood was dripping from his severed arm, staining his feet red.
He shouted loudly in the Northern Mandarin dialect, "Master, go home. One day we will fight into Yanyang. Go home and make a comeback."
He picked up the sword and was about to stab Xie Xun, who had his back turned to him. Suddenly his body froze, and he looked at the tip of the sword as it passed through his chest in shock. He turned back suddenly, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth and nose.
Feng Yu was half-kneeling on the ground, her face covered with blood, but she tilted her head and smiled sweetly and said, "Come and cut my tongue again in the next life. Also, my name is Feng Yu. You have arrested the wrong person."
In his eyes, the little girl, who was as weak as a lamb, stabbed his chest with a knife. He stared at Feng Yu's sweet face and walked towards Feng Yu step by step.
Feng Yu, "?"
Even if you are not dead, you northern barbarians are too resistant to killing.
He looked like he was going to fight her tooth and nail. Feng Yu's face changed slightly, and just as she was about to crawl away, the big northern man suddenly collapsed, and his body fell on Feng Yu.
"Ah..." Feng Yu screamed, feeling that her legs were broken by the corpse.
Xie Xun saw this and turned around in a hurry, "Feng Yu!"
But at that moment, Dugu Jing seized the opportunity, jumped up in front of Feng Yu, grabbed Feng Yu alone, and put the scimitar across her neck.
Xie Xun's eyebrows darkened, he clenched the sword tightly, his eyes were cracked, "Let her go!"
Feng Yu had a mouthful of blood stuck in her throat, as if she had fished it out of bloody water. She felt a sharp pain in her left leg, and the world was spinning. She felt like she was going to die from this.
"Don't move, or I will kill her." Dugu Jing saw through Xie Xun's fear and looked at Xie Xun intently, he would not let go of Feng Yu.
The gods need to be sacrificed, the king needs to rest in peace, and this woman must be brought back to the northern barbarians.
He dragged Feng Yu back, but Xie Xun pressed forward step by step. He could not expose Feng Yu's identity. Once exposed, Dugu Jing would feel that she was of no use and would chop off her head with a knife.
The morning light fell on Feng Yu's brows, which were broken into pieces. Her legs were no longer able to walk, and they were dragged by Dugu Jing. Blood stains fell on the river stones.
"Stop, throw away your sword!" Dugu Jing yelled, "or I'll kill her."
The scimitar was about to cut Feng Yu's neck, and Xie Xun shouted urgently, "Stop!"
Dugu Jing knew that he had caught Xie Xun's weakness. This man who was so decisive on the battlefield and killed countless members of his clan had fear in his eyes.
Once people have fear, they will be weak.
Xie Xun lost his long sword, and the long sword collided with the stone, making a loud noise. Xie Xun's veins were twitching, and he could bear it to the extreme, "Dugu Jing, if you dare to hurt her, I swear, the Zhenbei Iron Cavalry will definitely cross the Shaling Tianshan Mountains and slaughter you."
tribesmen."
"Hahahahahahaha, arrogant Yanyang people, come on, I'll be waiting for you at Shaling Tianshan."
The war horse neighed and raised its hooves anxiously. When Dugu Jing was about to throw Feng Yu onto the horse's back, he kept holding Feng Yu like a corpse, without any resistance.
Suddenly she touched the dagger at her waist and stabbed it into Dugu Jing's waist and abdomen. Feng Yu used her last bit of strength to kill Dugu Jing.
The weak Feng Yu has a will of steel.
Dugu Jing felt a numbness in her abdomen and couldn't believe it. This weak woman could actually hurt her. She looked like she was about to die, but she still had the strength to hurt someone?
"I never engage in loss-making business." Feng Yu was furious, but her voice was very clear, "Even if I die, I will drag you to the funeral!"
